I searched and wondered,
Where is Big Pete
And where could he be?
Perhaps on a hill,
Where the wind meets the creek
I wondered if softly
He might be asleep,
So I promised being quiet
I would tread light and deep.
And then, through the magic
Of my wandering feet,
I found him at last--
And there were his big feet!
A path had been fashioned
To wander behind,
Then gently curve upward,
So Pete wouldn't mind.
For there he was resting,
So peaceful and still,
Quietly pondering
The world from his hill.
He had chosen a place
So serene and so wide,
With the shimmering water
Spread out at his side.
I wished I had brought
A chair for my view
For I would have gladly
Sat there with you--
To stop life's hectic pace
For a longer little while,
And pondered life's mysteries
With Pete's quiet smile.
Beside him, a teepee
Stood small in the breeze,
A shelter for creatures
Among the tall trees.
Perhaps little animals
Will find their way there,
To tuck in their babies
And shelter with care.
And high on that hill,
Where the world seemed to cease,
Big Pete sat dreaming
In magical peace.
So someday, dear traveler,
I hope you will roam,
Along winding paths
Where wild creatures call home.
And perhaps, if you're lucky,
You'll find Pete up there--
The gentle old troll
With the big feet and stare.
Just walk softly behind him,
And don't make a sound...
For magical friends
Are best quietly found.
And if you should see him,
Just pause for a while--
For maybe Big Pete
Will show you his smile,
You'll ponder the water,
The sky, and the trees,
And listen to life's whispers
That float on the breeze.
So go find the hill,
Where the quiet winds blow,
And somewhere above you,
Find Big Pete's still glow--
A gentle old troll
In his peaceful retreat,
Watching the world
With his wonderful feet read more